you do not see
or choose to overlook;
oblivious to my wounds
how can you be so blind?
how can you be so detached?
how could I have been such a fool?
smoke and mirrors
sleight of hand,
a magician
twisting my fate
I stumble out of the darkness
of this relationship
into the blinding light of day
the fog clearing from my mind,
perspicacious once again
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
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the magician is always inscrutable
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